That's what demons do, Poe. They see your weaknesses, your desires, your good intentions and they twist them up to serve their own ends. To get what they want. They specialize in taking in good people and spitting out monsters.

[Maxwell took the bottle, not so much because he wanted to drink, but because it was offered and it gave him something to do with his hands.]

It wanted me to kill you and I almost did.

[He shakes his head. Snorts derisively.]

Clearly I'd have made a piss poor mage.